- Ludovic Fabre: I'm a girlboy.
- Jérôme: A girlboy?
- Ludovic Fabre: To make a baby, parents play tic-tac-toe. When one wins, God sends Xs and Ys. XX for a girl, and XY for a boy. But my X for a girl fell in the trash, and I got a Y instead. See? A scientific error! But God will fix it and send me an X and make me a girl and then we'll get married, okay?
- Jérôme: That will depend on what kind of girl you are.
- Jérôme: And this is our bathroom, and this is my bedroom.
- Ludovic Fabre: What's in there?
- Jérôme: It's out-of-bounds.
- Ludovic Fabre: But what's in there?
- Jérôme: My sister's bedroom.
- Ludovic Fabre: Where is she?
- Jérôme: She's gone away.
- Hanna Fabre: Ludo, you're seven. You're too old to keep dressing like a girl.
- Élisabeth: Does he do it often?
- Pierre Fabre: Every so often.
- Hanna Fabre: We search for our identity until we are seven. I read it in "Marie Claire."
- Hanna Fabre: Ludo, have I ever broken a promise?
- Ludovic Fabre: No.
- Hanna Fabre: All right. Then sit still. Ludo, don't you want to be like your brothers and your father?
- Ludovic Fabre: No.
- Hanna Fabre: I like long hair. And people who know what they want.
- Albert: Don't take offense, but Hanna has too much control over your boys.
- Pierre Fabre: She does not.
- Albert: See? You're offended.
- Pierre Fabre: We raised all our children the same way, but they're not peas in a pod. Each one is different. You wouldn't know, having only one. Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot.
- Albert: God took one of my children. He's not taking any more.
- Pierre Fabre: A girlboy, for the love of God! This is all your fault!
- Hanna Fabre: You're such a prick! I don't know why I even married you.
- Pierre Fabre: Neither do I.
- Ludovic Fabre: You dropped something.
- Jérôme: So did you.
- Ludovic Fabre: Keep it. My mom thinks she lost it.
- Sophie: Jerome, come and play with me!
- Jérôme: I'm busy.
- Élisabeth: Is that your dad's boss's son you are playing with?
- Ludovic Fabre: Yes.
- Élisabeth: You two are pals?
- Ludovic Fabre: Yes. We're going to get married once I'm not a boy.
- Élisabeth: Once you're not a boy.
- Élisabeth: I still I were still as slim as her. But in that dress at my age, I would look awful.
- Ludovic Fabre: No, you wouldn't. You would be beautiful.
- Élisabeth: Thank you. But we all have to face reality.
- Ludovic Fabre: One day I'll marry Jerome!
- Hanna Fabre: I told you, boys never marry boys! Or very rarely.
- Ludovic Fabre: But I'll be a girl.
- Hanna Fabre: You are a boy and you always will be!
- Pierre Fabre: Jerome is Albert's son, and Albert is Daddy's boss, so I don't want you dressing like a girl with Jerome or anyone.
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